By the time he reached her, the shock had set in and she'd started to giggle. Was that even possible in a dream? Because this was a dream. The details were right but something was definitely wrong. And his greeting only sent her into another fit of giggling. It was like this was all perfectly normal, like they were going to have tea later and talk about the weather. But nothing about this was normal. She knew normal. And this? Was not normal.
She finally gathered herself enough to form words, still slightly breathless from laughing, "I think there's something wrong with my leg."
That might have been an understatement. She had some very conflicting memories about what, exactly, was wrong with her leg. Like the fact that it shouldn't be there when, clearly, it was.
"You shouldn't be here." It was the next logical leap she made. If none of this was real and it was all just a memory, where did he come from? He hadn't been on the plane. She remembered who should have been on the plane. And they weren't here.